Mae O'Brien:
Oh, Gloria.
Gloria Fay:
What kept you so long?
Mae O'Brien:
Honest to Pete, I got here as soon as I could.
Gloria Fay:
What'd you do? Race a snail over?
Mae O'Brien:
How was the judge to you?
Gloria Fay:
Swell. He treated me like a robbed a gas station.
Mae O'Brien:
What'd he book you for?
Gloria Fay:
Conspiracy. What'd you think, manslaughter?
Mae O'Brien:
What'd he give you?
Gloria Fay:
30 days in jail or a 100 dollar fine.
Mae O'Brien:
Look, you leave everything to me, see.
Gloria Fay:
Yeah, and end up in the chair. No thanks.
Mae O'Brien:
I'm going to see the judge. And when I get through with him, you'll either be out or I'll be in.
Gloria Fay:
Don't do it. I know another way to waste your time to better advantage.
Mae O'Brien:
How?
Gloria Fay:
Try to raise a 100.
Mae O'Brien:
I've got as much chance raising a war debt.
Gloria Fay:
Well, so long, I'll see you in four weeks.
Mae O'Brien:
Now, wait. Wait. I've got an idea. You keep your chin up, see.
Gloria Fay:
What for? To lead with?
Mae O'Brien:
I'm going to have you on the sidewalk in one hour.
Gloria Fay:
With the fleet in, that sure sounds rosy.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:43